My Memories of the Police Academy

by Brad Rose

No one could identify the body; not in the shape it was in. The early Spring breeze was frail and hesitant. There were no witnesses, no clues. In all my years on the force, I hadn’t seen a sight quite like this. Years ago, at the Academy, my instructor had said, “Be careful. That’s exactly when everything starts to burn.”

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